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Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Poem: Wild

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Wild

Wild, the sky says “dance”
and the clouds obey.

My hands are birds, posing
in the trees, accompanying.



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24 comments:

erin said...

part composer, part music, part thing, part soul. live the wild life, ruth, as you do:)

beautiful bite for this early morning.

xo
erin

Marlee said...

Wow, so simple, but so impactful! Beautiful :). Great blog, am a new follower.

http://marleeindebt.blogspot.com/2011/09/lesson-14-go-for-it.html

Megan (Best of Fates) said...

Gorgeous - I'm so envious, I've always wanted to be gifted enough to write poetry!

Mark Kerstetter said...

A couple days ago I laid down on the beach and stared straight up at the sky, just like a little kid (our skies here are SO dramatic).

George said...

Ah, I cannot help but wonder, my friend . . . are the birds also allowed to dance?

Maureen said...

A fun and lovely four lines.

amy@ Souldipper said...

My soul just put on its party lips.

Ruth said...

Thanks, erin. We can move in and around each other while one thing dances and another waits, or we can all dance together. Wild and free.

Ruth said...

Hi and welcome, Marlee! Thanks for reading and for following.

Ruth said...

Thanks a lot, Megan, and welcome.

Ruth said...

Thanks for reading, Mark. No better place to remain a kid than at the beach. Hope you have a beautiful autumn in Florida.

Ruth said...

George, let's just say that dancing is their natural state.

Ruth said...

Thanks, Maureen.

Ruth said...

Great image, Amy! Thank you.

Divya said...

They are lovely words fit to form a simple sweet poem..

Ruth said...

Thanks a lot, Divya. Have a good day.

Stratoz said...

Our skies have been weeping again.

Ruth said...

Stratoz, you've had quite the dancing skies this summer.

Ginnie said...

I change one letter and it is the Wind! Wild wind.

hedgewitch said...

Brief and beautiful, full of a sense of freedom, yet a freedom with order and purpose.

Barb said...

I like all the layers of both the photo and the poem.

Jeanie said...

So perfect! The sky was dancing this weekend up north -- but not nearly so blue and lovely!

Lil Coyote said...

maybe, finally, this is the definition of happy i've been searching for
lovely
rick

Loring Wirbel said...

Wow, crisp, direct, and beautiful.